Ode to Rick Snow

Many years ago

In the back room

Of a nondescript

Downtown Long Beach

Second story walk-up

We are legless

Leaning on pillows

Scattered on a Persian rug

Water-pipe bubbling

Black light

Exploding colors

From Day-Glo posters

Twinkies and Orange Crush

Calling to us

Someone says
 "Rick, play that song!"

He laughs and says okay

For the fifth time that night

We listen to him play

And sing

"Here Comes the Sun"

All of us listening

All of us loving it
All of us with Chinese eyes

visit Rick Snow at REVERB NATION

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